Текст песни сбпч - Научи меня плохому

Teach me the bad, teach me, teach me
I know good myself, I know myself, I know myself

From the palate to the gums and back to the palate
Rolled your name in the tongue
Tried a tooth, guessed a sample,
He pressed for the letters to be alive.
Clutching your whole life in a fist -
to the nails of guys, boyfriends and just
Gave flowers at sixteen - hold on,
Touch the coffin if you said toasts.

Your feelings toss up
Lighter than a feather, not a three-pound weight
I will hug you for everyone
You hug like I'm the only one in the world
A scream rushes from the sky to the sky
Heard from Saratov to Oklahoma:
We are too good - I'm not used to it.
Sweet.
Teach me the bad.